Texty: Jacks Of All Trades. Anguish.

I wake up every morning with a tear in my eye
I can`t help but think today who`s gonna die
Yesterday it was you today it could be me
Tell me is it true or is it just that I don`t see
Cos around the corner is the two triple o
Triple six is getting closer and I can`t help but fall
Down on my knees I ask God please
Take my soul home with you cos I can`t help but freeze

Showing where`s the groove
Feeling too deep blue

Pain in me deep in me where your soul is going to go
(With the hallow point that got ya)

Yesterday I was home with my TV on

Said I can`t believe my eyes what is going on
Just across the street a kid`s getting killed
With no shoes in her feet in a pile of filth
Laying looking dead never been fed
Dope instead of bread and a bullet in his head
I has to tell you this I hope you listen close
Do you realize where ya gonna go

Get ready with the people on the dance floor